The Boom

I used to live among some people
 Who sing out with booming feelings
 And open hands
 And throwing my body across the grass
 I listened in with booming feelings
 I became a fan
 I make my own music now
 I clapped my hands together
 And made a booming sound
 That filled up and got me fans
 I sang songs and wrote books of songs
 I grew my hair and I walked like I was an ancient man
 I found a voice and coughed out songs
 In this way I made people think I was the limp
 I made a boom, displayed my boom
 And on my peers I sang gloriously
 I married the moon
 And with my hands held out with grace
 The cold of light around me loomed
 The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands
 They would notice that I couldn't hold onto things
 The possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice
 I would notice the songs that all about me sing